You’ve changed.
Love’s snare,
Almond-eyed Irene
Of polished hair
And flawless silken skin
You smoke
And coldly survey the scene
With sinful amber eyes
Which stay serene
And hypnotize me…
But I remember you,
Little Scarlet O’Hara,
Fresh from the sticks,
All smeared with mascara
And smudged with lipstick
As if a make-up artist,
Seized by a fit of rage,
Slapped on the paint
Before you went on stage…
You surely have changed.
Irene
© Copyright: Андрей Белл, 2004
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